The bruises on my breast are fading, so I am writing smut in biology class. A few nights ago I iced the places where blood seeped out and histamines swelled. I fell asleep with an ice pack on my right breast. The sharp cold reminded me of who its need came from. I’m mentally tracing the lines of my bruises, the colors of hemoglobin breaking down escaped red blood cells- dark red, purple, black, blue and yellow. In my smut, more bright red bruises appear before bilirubin yellows my current collection.
